Steal Carter’s bike and ride full speed right into that tiny little alley way so that the handlebars lodge in such a way that one rubber piece lodges itself exactly up the ass of G-strung and the other lodges itself right up the ass of Carter and the bike kind of hangs in midair, held in place by two assholes, with the slim rubber tires and peddles spinning still and something making that bike ‘ticking’ sound, while you rub your head and stare at this hilarious site that would be funnier if your virgin girlfriend’s pretty little pussy lips weren’t held open by your rival’s big dick.
At least you got over being a passive cunt yourself. You rode full speed and you chuckled at the site. You stood up, and walked away with your head held up high.
$. The End $.
Excerpt from The Hotel Party (Formerly the BOO-Kahki Pants Party~)
Chronicles of a Humiliation Backfired Series (20,000+ words of Psycho-Thriller Sexpot Smutpunk)
Now Jynx wasn’t supporting my new business venture of opening a bar and had stabbed me when I was caught cheating with another big-tittied Korean whore. I had left the door open and fell asleep, drunk from Soju, head on Grace’s very pink nipples that still had my cum caked on, with more on her chin. I heard the door and jumped up but it was too late. Jynx had a knife. She was already mad because before going to dinner with Grace I’d tied her to the table and taken her throat forcefully. Now she had the knife and the power. Last night after she nagged me to death, I bent her over and fucked her menstruating pussy before moving to her mouth and violating her throat. She cried and I left to have dinner with Grace. We got drunk. Her tits grew like Zeppelins as I got drunker. She often cocked her head to the side like a little bird. Her hair ran down over her bimbo juggs. As Jynx wielded the knife, Grace ran out in just a towel. All smooth skin and cleavage. Jynx got behind me and the stainless steel went in beside my spine. Grace screamed. The towel dropped.
“You fucking stabbed me!” I noticed Grace’s tits were fucking marvelous.
“You fucking deserve worse!” Jynx snarled. Smoke came out of her nose like a dragon. She threw Grace’s clothes out onto the street from my third floor apartment and then sat on the couch staring into space. I threw her on her back and yanked her shirt up over her head—she also had gorgeous tits.
She pulled me up, kissed me deep, and said, “Fuck me like you fucked that whore!” I slapped her tits and stabbed my cock into her cunt recklessly.
Grace stared at us with her mouth agape. She said, “You’re both crazy dog fuckers!”
I put Jynx on top of me. Her big tits hung down. “Her tits were bigger, you saw them,” I said, and then chewed on Jynx’s small, demure nipples. I grabbed the fat part of her ass cheek right by her cunt and used a handful of it to make her go up and down on my cock hard and fast while I squeezed her neck and pushed her down. “Head down, ass up, cunt! Like Grace.”
Jynx squeezed me. Her cunt was soaking wet. “Did that whore cum like this?”
I felt her cunt lips flinch and the clench around my cock. She held me tight. Her claws had sunk into me.
I fell asleep after cumming in her cunt. I woke up in a pool of blood. “I think I need stitches.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
I went outside, got in a taxi, and went to the hospital. I got twenty-three stitches on the inside of the stab wound and another thirteen on the outer skin to sew it back up.
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